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"Alcohol gave me wings to fly,
Then it took away the sky." It gave me a new beginning And made the world stop spinning So I could get off and play It made me feel SO okay But then when the next day came I never did feel the same As I did the night before When I wanted to drink one more My nerves were shaking to the core The room spun and my head was sore Most times I managed to arise And go to work with bloodshot eyes Hangovers were hard to bear I'd just pretend that they weren't there It was torture beyond compare "Never, ever again!" I'd swear But to myself, I lied again And to my God, He was my friend I really was my most sincere Then later on, I'd start to hear The crazy voices in my head "Don't stay sober - get drunk instead!" "What's the use, besides?" they'd say "Tomorrow is another day" "Let's celebrate tonight, today!" Surely there's a better way To be happy, right here and now I want to live, but don't know how I try to give it all to Him Cause I know nothing, save for sin It's what I do, and very well Sometimes I think I'll go to hell But there's a reason I was spared He must have seen, and really cared He showed mercy on even me I don't know why, but hopefully I'll not discard His gift this time I'll just accept it as divine Help that came from up above I should be grateful for His love I must remember that I'm free To give back what He gave to me I'm learning now to love me, too I think that I'm supposed to do His will for now, and so I pray That I'll stay sober, just for today And I'll be strong no matter what Until the day my coffin's shut I don't know what the morrow brings I don't know why the bluebird sings I do know this, without a doubt I can no longer go without My Higher Power's help and love It's understood; it's all because He's in control of everything Whatever we need, He will bring
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